Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Time flew by during the Q&A between Tiera and Dumbledore.

About forty minutes later, when the teapot had reached its bottom, only half a piece of strawberry cake remained on the dessert stand.

In this Mirror of Erised space, because she didn't have to worry about gaining weight, Tiera opened her stomach to eat.

Finally, Tiera saw a disheveled Harry appearing at the basement entrance on the other side of the mirror.

"Yes, it's you!" Harry looked at Quirrell standing in front of the Mirror of Erised in shock, "No, no, how is this possible? What happened to you?"

"You can't think of it, right?" Quirrell turned around with a gloomy face, "With Snape here, who would doubt it? But, what about poor Professor Quirrell?"

Tiera could see from Harry's face that Harry simply couldn't believe it.

"But, but Snape wants to kill me!"

"No, no, no, it was me who wanted to kill you. During that Quidditch match, your friend Miss Granger rushed over to cast a spell on Snape and accidentally knocked me down. She destroyed

In fact, as long as I hold on for a few more seconds, I will throw you off the broomstick. If Snape hadn't been chanting countercurses beside him to save your life, I would have killed you long ago.

He fell to death."

"Snape wants to save me?" Harry couldn't believe it.

"You see, how terrible preconceptions are." Dumbledore, sitting on the other side of the mirror, said to Tiera with a smile.

Tiera didn't know how to answer, so she could only shrug.

"He is exactly the same as James in this regard." Dumbledore whispered again.

"Of course it is," Quirrell said coldly across the mirror, "Why do you think he would be the referee for your second match? He wanted to make sure I didn't hurt you again. It's ridiculous... In fact, he didn't have to do this.

Thoughts. I couldn't do anything with Dumbledore here. The other teachers thought Snape wanted to prevent Gryffindor from winning, and he did make himself very unpopular... But it was all a waste.

Time, no matter what, I will definitely kill you tonight."

Quirrell snapped his fingers. Soon after, a few ropes jumped out of thin air and tied Harry tightly.

"You are too nosy to be allowed to live in the world anymore, Potter. On Halloween night, you were wandering around the school. I knew right then that you saw me checking the mechanism of the Sorcerer's Stone."

"Did you let that troll in?"

"Of course it is. I have a special way of dealing with trolls. You must have seen how I taught the guy in the room over there a lesson? Unfortunately, when everyone was rushing around looking for the trolls,

, Snape, who had long been suspicious of me, rushed directly to the fourth floor and tried to stop me... Not only did my troll not kill you, even the big three-headed dog didn't bite Snape's leg.

Break."

"Okay, wait quietly, Potter. I need to take a closer look at this interesting mirror."

Only then did Harry realize what was standing behind Quirrell. It was the Mirror of Erised.

"This mirror is the key to finding the Philosopher's Stone," Quirrell murmured, tapping the surrounding mirror frame with his hand. "Only Dumbledore can hold such a thing, but he is in London at the moment.

By the time he comes back, I will have left long ago!"

The only way Harry could think of was to keep Quirrell talking and prevent him from focusing on the magic mirror. "I saw you and Snape in the Forbidden Forest..."

Harry spoke casually.

"That's right." Quirrell said lazily, turning behind the magic mirror to check. "He had already set his sights on me at that time, and wanted to know how far I had progressed. He had been doubting me. He wanted to scare me.

Me, but how can he scare me? Voldemort is my backer!"

Quirrell turned back from behind the magic mirror and stared greedily into the mirror.

"I saw the Philosopher's Stone! I am dedicating it to my master, but where is it hidden?"

Harry desperately tried to break free from the ropes that bound him, but they were getting tighter and tighter. He had to stop Quirrell from focusing all his attention on the magic mirror.

"But Snape always seemed to hate me so much."

"Oh, he does hate you," Quirrell said nonchalantly. "Oh my god, of course he hates you. He and your father were at Hogwarts together, didn't you know that? They both hated each other and had nothing in common.

Dai Tian. But he never wants you to die."

"But I heard you crying a few days ago, and I thought Snape was threatening you..." A tremor of fear flashed across Quirrell's face for the first time. "Sometimes," he said, "I feel very

It is difficult to follow the orders of my master, who is a great wizard, and my strength is so weak."

"You mean, it was him who was in the classroom with you at that time?" Harry asked in surprise.

"No matter where I go, he stays with me." Quirrell said calmly, "I met him when I was traveling around the world. I was still a silly young man with a ridiculous idea of ​​good and evil.

It was Voldemort who pointed out my mistake. There is no good or evil in the world, there is only power, and those incompetent people who cannot obtain power... Since then, I have served him loyally, but I also have

I disappointed him many times. He was always very harsh on me."

Quirrell suddenly shuddered and said: "He never forgives my mistakes easily. When I failed to steal the Sorcerer's Stone from Gringotts, he was very unhappy. He punished me... and decided to be closer from now on.

Keep an eye on me..."

"Damn it, is the Philosopher's Stone hidden in the mirror? Should I break the mirror?" Quirrell lowered his voice and cursed.

"What's going on with this mirror? What function does it have? Help me, Master!" Quirrell has become a little crazy.

At this time, another voice suddenly came from the small basement, and the voice seemed to come from Quirrell himself.

"Use...use that boy," the voice said.

Harry looked around in horror.

"Potter! Come forward!" Quirrell waved his hand, and the rope that bound Harry pushed Harry in front of the mirror.

At this time, Dumbledore, who had been sitting in his chair, stood up and took out a red irregular gem from his wizard robe.

Dumbledore bent down and gently tapped the spot where Harry was standing in the mirror.

The red gem disappeared and appeared in Harry's pocket.

Tiera frowned.

Because he discovered... that ruby... was not the one he put in Hagrid's pocket...